Tara looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “Did he force you to do unspeakable sexual acts?”“No!”“Did he expose himself to you and laugh mania...ally?”“No!She grunted. “Not much of a pervert then. We’ll have to give him pointers on how he can improve.”“He made me wear these clothes.”Tara looked down at her own clothes which were identical to mine – except for the color.“A fate worse than death,” she said.I pouted.“He tickled me.”“What a monster,” she said – sarcasm dripping from every word.She. It was only a manner of minutes until I could tell his dick was practically engorged.At that point, I moved my left arm below me, bracing myself with it on his upper right thigh as my hands went to his belt. I unbuckled and separated the strap from itself and I quickly unbuttoned his jeans before slowly and sensuously sliding the zipper down toward his balls.I heard him take a deep breath and clear his throat as I folded the fabric of his jeans open to reveal his cotton boxers, beneath which a. Your wish is our command!"Cindy was frightened for a minute but when the two strangely dressed women didn't do anything but stand in front of her, she calmed down and watched them as they watched her. The two-grownup women seemed to be waiting for her to do something.She decided to invite her guests to a tea party."Would you like to play tea party... Ladies?" We are called Bar-Bee, not Lai-Dees" I'll call you Barb and you Bea, then. I wish you didn't look alike though, so I won't mix you up.". ”“That’s all you had to say,” her father whispered in her ear. There was another sudden shift and Petra found herself on her hands and knees, pussy stretched tight around all nine inches of her Daddy’s glorious cock.Petra slapped her mand over her mouth to contain her moan, but he pulled it away. “Nobody can hear you, Pet,” he said as he started to move inside her. “You can scream if you want to.”And then he started fucking her. There was no gentle warm-up, no slow acceleration. Petra cried.